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fandomhighdorms2006-02-04 11:38 pm
First Floor Lobby: Saturday Night
Blair aimlessly walked through the dorms and ended up in the first floor lobby. Tonight's meditation with Pip hadn't ended up as simple and easy as he thought and he wasn't sure what to do about that. What was it about Fandom that made life so strange. He leaned against and a window and started singing softly.
Looking out a dirty old window
Across the water the cars on the
Mainland go rushing by
I sit here alone
And I wonder why
Looking out a dirty old window
Across the water the cars on the
Mainland go rushing by
I sit here alone
And I wonder why

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Saturday night and everyone’s singing
I can feel the heat
But it’s shooting
Heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town
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Down town
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Down town
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The young ones are going
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Down town.
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Down town
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the young ones are growing
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We’re the kids in Fandom Town
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Whoa oh!
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Whoa oh!
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We’re the kids in Fandom Town!
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Whoa oh!
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Everybody live for the music-go-round
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Bright lights the music gets faster
Look boy, don’t check on your watch
Not another glance
I’m not leaving now, honey not a chance
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Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later baby you’ll be saying never mind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind
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He then made a break for the stairs.
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